Prompt: Because the dead of matter, whatever their condition, all return to life. If the night in the grave is long for the finished stars, there comes a time when their flame relights like lightning — **Model:** Stable Diffusion
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Because the dead of matter, whatever their condition, all return to life. If the night in the grave is long for the finished stars, there comes a time when their flame relights like lightning
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